StapeamericaHetalia Cuba x America

-SaltySea- Protective FACE

WARNING: KINKY CUBA AND DEGRADATION KINK ALFRED

Let's get this party started~

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Many nations thought it was strange for Alfred to spend time with Carlos, otherwise known as Cuba. All things considered, Cuba hated everything about America. It wasn't a secret with how he would yell at America during meetings, or how he felt the need to beat the shit out of Canada when mistaking him for Alfred. France and England have tried to help in that aspect, since they didn't like that Matthew was always at the crux of Cuba's hate.

So, one could only imagine the surprise on Canada's face when he overhead moans coming from an empty office and found Cuba munching off America's face. Canada's widened in horror as Cuba groped and felt up his brother, and Alfred reciprocated by moaning. The two separated from their make-out, only for Cuba to roughly go back in for another kiss.

"Mierda, Alfredo, you're driving me nuts in that suit. Your body looks so good, I can't wait to fuck you over the desk when we get home~"

"Come on, Carlos. Can't we do it on the bed for once, we already broke my sofa and cracked my counter~"

"Mmmm, I know. But that's only because railing you is so fucking amazing, your body just curves to me and I can't help but stuff you," Cuba grinded against Alfred, which made him yelp.

"C-Carlos! You know if you get hard now, you won't stop! Come on!"

"What? You don't want me to humiliate you by making you limp?" Cuba bumped his hips, grinning as America moaned.

"C-Carlos~"

"Yeah, moan my name again," he thrusted his hips again.

"Carlossss~" Cuba laughed and began undoing Alfred's tie.

"That's right, you jamonero,"
(Freak or pervert)

Matthew couldn't stand to watch anymore and ran away, completely mortified at what he had witnessed. He was running so fast, he didn't even register what or who was in front of him until he smacked into France's back. Both the blonde's fell to the ground roughly, Canada's inertia had literally flipped the two over one another.

"Matthieu! Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" he asked worriedly as he helped his son up. England had been by France's side and also helped Mattie up.
(Matthew! What is wrong?)

"I just saw Cuba-"

"Did he hurt you again, lad?" England questioned quickly. Matthew shook his head and took a few deep breaths.

"No, but I wish he was. I'd prefer getting beat than what I just saw,"

"Which is?" France was curious, and at this point so was England.

"Cuba, and Alfie, they're fucking in the empty office down the hall," the words felt so wrong falling off his tongue.

His brother, his baby brother, was fucking the man who despised his guts. The man who has caused Alfred so much trouble, especially during the Cold War, was fucking him raw right down the hall. Once it fully registered exactly what he had just said, Matthew's face shifted from horror to blood lust.

"Matthew, are you sure?" Arthur noticed the immediate change in Canada's aura and shivered. Someone was about to die, and his bets were on Cuba, "lad, before we do anything drastic. Let's make sure you for sure saw what you saw,"

"Oui, lead ze way~" France seemed cheerful. But, his eyes held the very same blood lust that Canada had. Canada nodded and led the two elder nations to the room where he had heard everything. The three nations put their ears to the door, hoping it was all just a big farce.

They were disappointed when they heard Alfred groan.

"Carlos, did you have to finish inside? You didn't even wear a condom,"

"I thought you liked it when I filled you with my seed~" Carlos took a long puff of a cigar, blowing the smoke from his mouth.

"I like it when I can shower afterwards and don't need to sit for another five hours! It's going to dry up and get crusty! And don't smoke in here, the carpets retain smell!"

"Come on, mangón! You know I like to have a few puffs after we go a round,"
(apparently a term for "sexy" since mangos are juicy)

"I know, I'm just worried someone will smell it. Nobody knows about us, and I don't want you getting crap from my family," Carlos chuckled and grabbed Alfred's hips.

"When you get all caring like this, it makes me want to stuff my missile in you all over again," he smirked as Alfred moaned.

"Carlos, break is almost over. We can't afford-" Alfred was cut off with a very rough kiss.

"Did I hear my little jamonero talk back to me?" the lust in Cuba's eyes was obvious and Alfred caved. He knelt down and unzipped Cuba's pants.

"Just stuff your missile in my mouth so you can keep it together until we get home,"

At that point, all three nations behind the door had enough. They all stepped away from the door and smirked to one another.

"I think Spain would love to hear this~" England sang as he went back to the meeting hall. The two empires chuckled darkly and Canada could only watch as they approached their former rival with mischief. Canada watched from the distance as both Spain and Romano, who had been talking with Spain before the two fathers showed up, crossed their arms. Their eyes were severely deadly, and could possibly cut steel.

Once Cuba showed up, followed by America a few minutes after to avoid suspicion, the meeting began again. When it was finally finished, Spain had dragged Cuba to an empty room, which pissed him off.

"What do you need now, Sp-" Cuba was cut off as he saw Romano, Spain, England, and France all crossed armed, "what is this?"

"Don't worry, Cuba," Canada slammed the door shut behind him and locked it. He had a bloody hockey stick in his hand and a twisted smile on his face, "let's talk aboot my baby brother,"

Cuba was sent to the hospital and ended up receiving the FACE family blessing after their "initiation"~